Carter Roy

The United States entered World War I just a few days ago.

Grace has two brothers shipping out to fight.

She wants to do her part.

Her new job is painting numbers on watch dials with a new glow-in-the-dark paint.

Soldiers in the trenches need to tell time on their watches without striking a match and giving away their position.

Pilots flying at night need to read their instruments.

It helps that the pay is excellent.

Three times what a factory girl usually makes.

Grace can help support her family and help the war effort at the same time.

When Grace walks onto the factory floor, it's not what she expects.

It's bright and airy.

Teenage girls sit at long tables, chatting, laughing, and sharing sandwiches.

It feels less like a factory and more like a social club.

For a young woman in 1917, this is a dream.

Most jobs available to working-class girls mean grueling factory floors or scrubbing other people's houses on your hands and knees.

Dial painting is different.

It's glamorous.

It's fun.

And the fastest workers earn more than their fathers.

Grace's co-workers become her friends.